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apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-22 01:46 am
bindlestifflost) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-22 01:46 am
(Open Log) You gotta know when to hold 'em
Who: George Milton, Nick Valentine, and anybody who shows up
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.
Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.
They read:
Cards and Beer
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.
The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.
George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.
((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.
Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.
They read:
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.
The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.
George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.
((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))
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I used to have superior strength, speed, and healing. I have had to learn to adapt, as well. How to use my body in new ways. So it still might help the caterpillar stay alive to work on it.
[If nothing else, it might help him learn how his new human body works. He shrugs, though.]
But only if you want to.
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Second of all: valid.]
That's not quite on the level of what I'm talking about, but I appreciate the offer.
[Does he? It's debatable, because these things are complicated and he's not used to needing help, or having it offered.
Time for a partial distraction, which starts with a gesture at Winter with his glass.]
What's your deal, then? You're not an alien, are you?
[That seems to be a bit of a theme.]
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[He curls the metal fingers in his pocket with a soft buzz of gears.]
I don't remember much. I've been told I used to be a person.
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I hate to be the bearer of bad news, mate, but I'm pretty sure you're still a person.
[He's got a metal arm and some obvious hang ups, but he's also clearly got like... feelings, and opinions, and that's about all that's needed to be A Person in Crowley's book.]
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I wasn't. If there was a person here before HYDRA, they scooped him out to put their own shit in. I'm. Still working on being one again.
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[And that's a rock fact.]
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They took my memories. Repeatedly. There was. Programming.
[More literal than he'd ever thought. Remembering that you have trigger words that make all of you literally go away is a hard thing. He shakes his head a little.]
I followed orders. That's all. And when I wasn't on a mission I was in the ice. There wasn't enough there to be a person with. There's more now. But I'm still working on it.
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Alright, so you might not have had much room for being a person for a bit there, but you are one now. I'm gonna assume you've got thoughts running around in your head, and you've clearly got a conscience. That's doing a lot better than plenty of humans.
[Rude.
But there's a reason that it's become important for him, that Winter see the truth.]
I spent some six thousand years with just about everyone telling me I had no free will, that everything I am is 'cause I was made to be that way, and it was all a load of shite. I'd have wasted so much of my existence, had I believed them.
[If he'd behaved like a proper demon should, he never would have talked to Aziraphale, never would have befriended him, never would have gotten involved with humanity and fallen in love with them.
It would have been a miserable existence.]
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Not sure about the conscience part. He's not even sure what that feels like yet.
He's more interested in Crowley's experience now, anyway. That's nuts.]
Six thousand years. That's. A long time. What were you doing all that time?
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[Well. It sort of is? Time didn't exist before then, so it's tricky to say whether there was more or less of it.]
But I was working, mostly. Someone had to keep an eye on the humans, give 'em a nudge here and there, see what sort of nonsense they were getting up to and making sure they didn't do anything too stupid, which is harder than it might sound.
[What a delightful misrepresentation of his job without technically being a lie!]